Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.